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// Georg's Baby Furniture (Ice Star's "Scrambled Serenity") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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"Your Highness?" The look on the Royal Guard's face could only be described as 'Royal Perplexion,' a facial expression they had become more used to over the last few years. "Is there a particular reason..." He trailed off and took a nervous glance behind him.

"Go on," encouraged Celestia. "Discord went home several minutes ago."

"Oh, thank Celestia," said the guard in an explosion of relaxed breath. "Not that I'm thanking you for... um... Well, there's this... thing in the throne room."

"A thing," said Celestia with the measured pace of somepony quite used to pulling answers out of ponies one small fragment at a time.

"Yes. It's a... Well, your throne is gone. Well, not gone so much as.... Well, replaced," finished the guard. "With a nest."

"A nest?" asked Celestia with renewed interest. "A rather large nest, say for example alicorn sized, with a depression in the middle the size of a large egg?"

"Yes," said the guard, sounding considerably relieved. "And a big sign over it with an arrow pointing down at the egg that says..." The guard stopped and licked his lips nervously. "Place Royal Fundament Here."

"Oh, that's perfectly... normal," said Celestia, considering how the value of 'normal' had changed in her life. "Is that all?"

"No, Your Highness." The guard fidgeted and looked over his shoulder again. "Princess Luna was wondering how long she had to sit on it until it was your turn."